Thursday, May 29, 2014

Words! Part - I

Words!

My words
Your words
Some lost
Others galore

Words that hurt
Words that healed
One that numbed
Another one killed

Words dead
Words alive
Words silent
Screaming words

Few left trails
Some vanished
Words of life
Words to die

Words to dream
Words in eyes
Words robbed, stolen
Words of plight

In the darkness
Upon flickering lights
Words to fight
Words to surrender

Words for moments
Shared, cherished, but buried
Words for us
Hated, grieved, yet loved

By: Praveen Parasar
Date: 29/05/2014


Saturday, May 24, 2014

Rainy-Love!

Rainy-Love!

Falling droplets from the sky
Through the winds screaming
As if in a hurry, to meet the earth
For like a lover running through a crowded street
To meet his love, for the ordeal of wait insufferable any more
Clouds of separation being darker than ever
And while trembling, rumbling past the crowd of people
As those droplets falling down fast and faster
For to imagine touching the earth, soil and grasses yearning
As lover imagines her, those eyes closed, slumbering while waiting
Fills with even more joy and impatience
To reach her, and lose self in those arms
To fill her with all he had carved so long for
As it rains, love blossoms in air
As the fresh smell of soil fills the breeze
And thunders joining in to announce their union
For the thrill is too much to be contained
Within their tiny little heart, though they wish and kiss
And again, again and again, to be followed by thousands another
Yet un-satisfied as that sky, which pours and pours inside out
Still finds a little patch of earth dry and pours more in vigour afresh

While the lovers walk down the street
Holding each other in arm, all wet and wild
As that running stream by the road-side
Dancing, singing flowing, caring for none
Asking for nothing, but, more rain, more kisses
Ah! What could stop them that moment?
Moment of rain, moment of love!

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 24/05/2014

Friday, May 23, 2014

Scribbling:

Scribbling:
“To belong to no one
Neither to loose, nor to own
Merely a wish to witness eyeful of the moon
Scribbling on the sand by the sea-shore
A gentle wave and words being swept away, drown
Looking all around, to find everyone gone
Being cursed or a dream unknown
Just a passer-by, wanderer alone!”
                                                      ~ Praveen Parasar

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Tragedy of Wanderer!


Scribbling:
Tragedy of Wanderer –


“As the day started losing its shine and the sun cruised along the path of oblivion but not before kissing the dusk and letting her cheek blossom all over sky, redness to be spread all around, as if letting it go, for she is no more in love with him. For the dusk has always loved moon, the moon! And oh who wouldn't, for him being the pleasant and handsome always shy to confront her, yet putting his best once their eyes meet through the veil of clouds. Dusk and the moon make such a perfect couple, and though that makes the sun a bit sad, he knows dusk being so soft and charming – how could he claim her being so hot and unpleasant to eyes, he must remember he must be away from her whole summer, and while so how could he stop her from falling in love with sweet and pleasant Moon. He must not be the hindrance and let the love blossom though it might need him to remain in oblivion, away. Oh dear, how hard that could be, as it silently watches them romancing from another hidden corner of sky.”

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Tragedy of Wanderer!

Tragedy of Wanderer!

Wait, wait my dear
Wait, as I lay open my wounds
For they carry the way to my soul still
Way, which I seized, closed long ago
And yet when you knocked
Moments lay still
As if they would burst open
And let blood run down
As if they were waiting
For you to sink in
To make you drown beneath
The skin, which still hanged
At the edge of wounds, for
They are the one who reminds me
Of being alive
Come, don’t be afraid
Sink in, Lie still, and breathe
For I do not breathe any more
Show me, show me please
How do you inhale and exhale
Oh! So long
For I have been lost and wandering
As if a walking dead

Oh dear!
Alas! Such misery
For I know not
How to keep myself awake
Despite having you beside
Pity! Though I should
I feel an urge
To go back to sleep
To go back behind the shadow
Of my wounds
For I feel tired
And yet, you being here
Let me ask
Will you stay?
Will you get lost along with me?
In the darkness inside me, forever
For I wish to wake-up
Never again.

By: Praveen Parasar
Date: 7/5/2014


Monday, May 5, 2014

Scribbling

Scribbling:
“Civilization, a child born of raped humanity in the backdrop of religions and left dying at the feet of intellectuals, who have been more occupied with question of where to bury the child, safely! Once dead, than to make any saving efforts, for they seemed assured of failure of any such action.”

Scribbling!

Scribbling:
“Travelled, as I, journeyed away, afar
Veins of my soul remained left ajar
It awaited my return, caressed its scars
To narrate its longings, while swinging me under stars
To watch me scribble down, as solitude flickered”

~ Praveen Parasar

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